Somewhere high in the hospital.

Mrs. Xia, supported by her son, went downstairs with her waist bent.

She raised her hand and raised her crutches and pointed to the entrance of the hospital: "That spiritual guy, is Zhang Xiangbei?" ”

Xia Chu smiled slightly, and said with a calm gaze: "Yes, it is our world-famous General Zhang in China, and he is also my little brother." ”

"It's not as evil as you usually spread rumors, aren't you quite a down-and-out and generous guy?" Mrs. Xia's old face flashed with a touch of appreciation.

"Most of the time it's quite evil," Xia Chu didn't deliberately beautify it because he had a New Year's friendship with Zhang Xiangbei, and sighed. "Maybe it's not his home field today, and I don't want to steal the limelight from his father."

"You old things can't blame all the boys."

Mrs. Xia, who was over ninety years old, shuddered downstairs, gasping step by step, and said tiredly: "You can't ask people to be tough on the outside, and pretend to be a grandson on the inside, right?" After a long time, normal people have schizophrenia. ”

Xia Chu smiled: "Of course, I usually respect him, and he is quite polite to me, an old dog." ”

After a pause, Xia Chu's face was solemn, and he hesitated: "Old lady, why don't you stay in the hospital for longer?" ”

Xia Chu didn't say it thoroughly.

But I haven't seen each other in twenty years.

Even if it is a farewell before the execution, the time spent here is too short, and it is too short to say goodbye.

With Brother Dazhi's admiration for the old lady, and even his friendship with Xia Chu, the old lady can stay as long as she wants, and Brother Dazhi has nothing to say.

"Don't you think you have caused enough trouble to Dazhi over the years, it's not big enough?" Mrs. Xia stopped, took a few breaths, looked calm, but her eyes were full of determination. "I'm going to be there, what do people think in their hearts? Do you think I, the old woman, are putting pressure on him? ”

Xia Chu looked bitter and nodded slightly.

It makes sense that those old people who came down from the battlefield and were old enough to be scumbags are respected.

The old lady is like this, and so is the old lady Han in Binhai.

is older, but his vision is more accurate than anyone else's, and his brain is clearer than anyone else's.

"Your wife, I'm not someone I can't let go."

Mrs. Xia took the Huazi handed by her son, and slowly clicked on it, the old and thin fingers were skinny, and she flicked the cigarette ash spicily, and said calmly: "Dazhi has valued love and righteousness since he was a child, I am here, he is afraid that I will be uncomfortable and will not be able to do it." ”

Xia Chu's face was calm, and he tightly supported the old lady who crawled out of the pile of dead people, and said with moist eyes: "Old lady, I'm not a brother, I will listen to you for the rest of my life." ”

"Good son."

Xia Chu's throat was sour.

In this situation, even he, who is a younger brother, is not a strange taste in his heart.

Not to mention the old lady?

In the end, it was a piece of meat cut off from the body of the October pregnancy.

When you are a mother, no matter how much you hate, where can you really give up.

But the old lady is his Xia Chu's wife.

It is an example that he has admired and learned all his life.

It is an old soldier who can wear a pair of old cloth shoes that can be worn for more than ten years, and the soles are as thin as a piece of paper and are reluctant to throw away.

It's an old lady who wears straw sandals and has suffered a lot.

It is a warrior who breaks his teeth and swallows blood.

No matter how tough she is, Xia Chu is not surprised.

"Mother, let's go home."

Xia Chu's eyes were red, and he helped the old lady to leave, never looking back.

in the hallway.

Xiahou, who was covered in bruises, watched the old lady go away.

He opened his mouth and couldn't shout.

Brother Dazhi, who was standing on the side, had a cigarette in his mouth, lay on the guardrail, and calmly sent the old lady downstairs.

"What a good old lady." Brother Dazhi exhaled a thick cigarette and his face was full of envy. "Look at the one who hurt your wife, I can't stand it anymore as an outsider."

Xia Hou took a deep breath of cold air and said in a stiff tone: "She didn't get fair treatment back then, her husband died early, she stayed up all her life, she was helpless, and she didn't save anything." ”

"An old lady can wear a pair of shoes for more than ten years, and a pair of socks from decades ago can make up more than a dozen colors, which are more brilliant than a rainbow."

"What is she saving all that stuff for? Does she need it? ”

Xiahou's body trembled slightly.

Many images of childhood come to mind.

The Xia family, who is orphaned and widowed, is not rich when they are young, and those big people who carry chickens, ducks, and fish meat to the door will always carry as many things as they want.

Occasionally, I can take away a few boxes of mung bean cakes that my wife is reluctant to eat.

Usually accompany the old lady to go out for a walk, take a walk, whoever sees the old lady, will can't help but come over to say hello, shush the cold and ask for warmth.

The old lady has to be strong all her life, and she has never taken a stitch from others, Xiahou understands, but does not accept it.

So as soon as he started on the road, those uncles and uncles who treated him differently would spare no effort to help him and support him.

He climbed fast and very high.

is so high that even the old lady has to call him a chief.

Until that year he made a big mistake.

Until today.

"You spit out some more news, or break out another person."

Brother Dazhi snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, tilted his head and glanced at Xiahou: "I let you go and let you go home to reunite with your wife and share your family." ”

Xiahou's heart trembled, and suddenly there was a rush of blood, rolling all over his body.

"You're talking about..."

Flutter!

Brother Dazhi stabbed the fruit knife in his hand into Xiahou's heart.

"It's... Fake? ”

Brother Dazhi pulled out the fruit knife and splashed blood: "Don't you know me well?" ”